ph34r my l33t ignoring things skillz!

So. I recently ordered some stuff online, and because I was VERY EXCITED about the stuff I ordered, I wanted it YESTERDAY. So after a week, I went to the website I ordered stuff from, and followed the "How long will my order take?" FAQ to the page with info about the order times, read the page content, saw the phrase "responded to within two working days", added two days for Express post, and sent off a panicky email to the supplier, asking where my COOL STUFF! was. To which they politely responded by pointing out the VERY LARGE BOX on the page I had been reading that said, in VERY LARGE letters "Accessories: 3-7 days for processing". Yoink.

So I wanted to ask, more generally, about web experiences and paradigms for this sort of thing - evidently if you have short, specific info like that, then an isolated box, clearly labelled (which this was) is great for really making that info easy to find. Except that becaue I'd been pointed at a page, I read the text on the page, without bothering with the boxes. Now, the supplier has clearly done everything they can to make the information stand out, and I must point out that I wandered around at my current job for *months* wishing we had a coke machine before realising there was one. In the kitchen, where I went every day. And they're kinda hard to miss. So it could just be that I'm a nuffnuff. But I have this theory, along the lines of mountains painted pink, that things that are just too obvious, we filter out. The box was clearly stand-alone information, but I was looking for a *page*, so I ignored the box.

Very much ala _The Purloined Letter_, now that I think about it.

Anyway. Buy stuff from wildilocks. They managed to refrain from calling me a moron, despite the overwhelming evidence, and they're great at providing info on how long they take to process orders :)

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Buff!

So. Ambrose. He had, of course, no mercy. But a week ago I panted my way through 3 sets of the first circuit and 2 of the second (I really, *really* hate the second - so much so that we modified it today to take out the exercise that was making me nauseous). This week, 4 of the first, and 3 of the second. So I'm getting there. And Ambrose, of course, was impressed, but then I pay him to be impressed, so he'd better be. As long as he keeps pushing me, which he did. No weights today, weights tomorrow, I guess :) At this stage, while I'm still converting fat to muscle mass, I don't think there's much danger of over training, expecially since the circuits don't work my muscles to anything like failure.

And there's a lot to be said, I must admit, for buff chicks in lycra with funky tattoos as inspirational figures.

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Frisbee!

Since this seems to be a better way of reaching the usual suspects than email ...

Frisbee! I'm hoping to make it a semi-regular thing, but this Sunday, at the Smith Reserve (or whatever it's called), the park on the south side of Alexandra Parade, next to the Fitzroy pool, between George St and Young St (or, more broadly, between Brunswick st and Smith St).

Say about 2 pm. And, uh, someone remind me to buy a frisbee or two between now and then :)

Morgs, Ardy, I'm looking at you in particular.

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